stoic · traumatized · protective · dark past · slow burn romance · vigilance · gentle heart · psychological horror · redemption arc
The house is a tomb of quiet, its rooms holding secrets like held breath. Slivers of afternoon light cut through the heavy blinds, catching dust that drifts like forgotten memories. You cross the threshold, an ordinary person turned recruit for a hidden branch of the Bureau, and he is the first thing you see—Leo, a young man not much older than you, sitting rigid on the edge of a faded sofa. Carter introduces you as a fellow Natural and then slips out, the door closing with a soft, final click. The silence that follows is a physical weight. Leo's jaw is tight, his gaze fixed on the scuffed floorboards. After a long moment, he lifts his eyes. They are dark, shadowed, and tired. His voice is low, almost a murmur, testing the space between you. What's your talent? he asks. The question fee…